Knife in the Back. Thanks.

Oh, where has it gone? The passion, the fury, the caring. Today I know for a fact without a doubt that all passion and caring has died in this nation's government. There is nothing left, but a gray bleak world of somber suits and meaningless papers. The loss of true signs of life is saddening in a way and due to the manner of its happening, angering. I feel betrayed for today, or yesterday more exactly, this nation's Congress abandoned its people. They made one promise to the people of America,and to the people of Iraq and the world beyond and now that promise lies shattered on the floor like the world's unluckiest mirror. The US Congress, currently with a Democrat majority, gave in to what is perhaps the most controlling and ridiculous President this nation has ever suffered. Congress should be impeaching him, snatching back our civil liberties and tearing apart his administrations horrendous mistakes, but instead they sit down and put their hands in their pockets and whistle a little tune for comfort and allow the President to make outrageous demands, lacking in compromise and intelligence, and control every aspect of the government. Is it not enough that the man has taken away our freedoms, Congress? Did you rally have to reward him for his bad behavior? Now that stubborn ignorant child will never learn his lesson.

Today's betrayal should not only sadden the liberals in America, but virtually anyone who gives a damn about the direction this nation is headed, or likes holding on to some individual liberties, or has a brain. Some will say the money is needed, justified even. I have but one question for those people, When was the last time your boss gave you more money for failure? If it was recntly please let me know and I will never again speak negatively of our President, your President I mean. I want to cry, I want to shout from the rooftops, "Why can't a group of men and women responisble for the direction and fate of an entire nation stand up to a single man? Why do they roll on their backs like dogs beaten by a drunken master? Has this nation lost its teeth?" I think so. When is the last time you heard of a political riot that had to be suppressed. When was the last time they even had to use tear-gas on protesters? Not recently enough, I am afraid. A government that represents the people should be constantly challenged by the people, otherwise how will they ever feel the fear of the people and not a single man. No one listens to everything their parents say without challenging the things we do not agree with, even when we lose the fight we cannot then say we did not try. I am begging you people, for fuck's sake take action don't let the bastards knife you in the back again.

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Baby octopi. You mean devil-fish?

Steinbeck was a genius. The only unfortunate thing was that he, like the Australians, did not have Christmas. They had Uggs. Fur goes on the outside, it's nature. Back to the eight legged satanic-minions- why do I attack these multipodal creatures of the deep?

Oct- ( eight ) from Greek
Pi- (plural, masculine) from Latin

That is why. The Octopi have combined themselves into a super-animal above the rules of grammar and men and transcending the cultural barriers of (dead) languages. For this reason they will not be tolerated. Besides this, they have eight legs. That is two more than the devil's number (that's 6 for those of you not fully versed in Patmosan apocolyptic literature). Four horsemen will bring the conversion of the Jews (the End of the World, Mr. "I got that first reference") and two is exactly half of four. That second part? Coincidence? Probably.

Wait for it- I just invented a purpose for this.

There is a war coming, we can practically smell the blood rotting in the fields east of Eden (again, thank you, John; no thanks to that rib-stealing whore Eve). This war will be fought , for all those children (and men) who can't sleep because of brounies (and the US Government), for all the animals that cannot fight for themselves, and for each plant and rock and field and river, among us. Why will we fight?

It Doesn't Fucking matter.

If you learn anything from human history let it be this: one, Cats will sneak (and Egyptians will not kill them), and two, people will kill each other for whatever reason is the most important at the time. When an issue is eliminated, the next molehill becomes the tallest mountain. Sharpen your axes, boys, they called us French (that was e.g. -- being called a froggy would, in fact, be valid reason for belligerence).

What do we do? For the sake of humanity and all that is holy (or unholy you hell bound devil-fish-lovers), we must take the most mundane, ridiculous issue possible and eliminate this cycle starting today. We would eventually have got to that end anyway. No, I already thought about that, this principle does not apply to drinking. This is nothing like getting your stomach pumped before you start hammering back neat whiskys (no "e" assholes) alternated with caffeinated drinks and smoking unfiltered Kamel Reds. The main difference, besides my actual preparation for our war, is that there is not a bad side to alcohol(-ism?.... maybe?).

The War will end the slow cliff dive history has until today been. If we just skip all the other petty bitch-fits in our (slow, repetitive, eternal) fall from grace we will get a lot more done, you know, progress-wise. War is, in essence, fought to eliminate differences.

Our Causus Belli : the devil-fish.

I have outlined my position. Take up arms, ye believers in the one truth above all others, ye destructors of the infidel, and fight with me for the end of world as we know it.
(f-you REM, its mine now).

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